[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
I come from where the hammers grown, news cameras never come
Just ambulances, scoopin' up damages but the damage is never done
Niggas get left with pellets in their bellies
And stiffen trunks like elephants sniff
To debt is intent, let it be beef, I'd rather be peace
But if it's not, I'll be on top of many things but never the fence
Playoff fence, never defense, every cent
That I've made since I've been ballin' like I played in the playoffs
And the playoffs since
The seat under my fanned up physique never the bench
Karma catches everybody like the chicken pox
I have niggas wishin' they could switch and get the shots
My kind of fly ain't landable
The dollars I got, they nothin' to me
I look at 'em like they my intangibles
Whenever they're gone I never miss 'em
I miss Maya Angelou
Triggers is poppin', niggas is droppin'
It's bigger than Biggie and Pac
As big as the Kennedy killings and we here to thicken the plot

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
Hands down, every time that my hand's down
On this paper, it's man down, for this paper, I ran 'round
Like a Major League ballplayer, pants down
Yeah I show my ass for this plate, crack, crabs and steak
From that Hatchback with Jake on my ass
Throwin' crack bags and weight through the glass
To this black Jag on 8's
From now on when I tweet, I'ma hashtag #TheGreat
Cause it was nothin' short of that, how my black ass escaped
From the hood, boy you hear that (oooh)
Somebody momma cryin'
They done pumped a boy full of iron, he's dyin', I'm lyin'
Like I ain't seen nothin', I hug him inside that box
When he lyin', tryin' to keep on survivin'
Shells flyin', I'm firin'
Partner I'm from down a block from Marcy
In the slums, get rich designin' coffins for the young
When "Cough Up A Lung" dropped I was regroupin' from 3 shootins
In my P's movin' P's, Huey P. Newton

[Verse 3: CyHi The Prynce]
This when your arch-rivals send them shots by you
I'm Stokely Carmichael with a large rifle
And it's shower posse like your broad's bridal
When they reminisce over you, I will fall 'side you
Snuff in the glove, next to the car title
Insurance card and a small Bible
My momma said, "As long as you got God by you"
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
The man who wrote that, momma, never held a yapper
Never been to Burger King, never smelled a Whopper
Never drove a box Chevy, CL or a Mazda
I'm just bein' frank and I did it like Sinatra
Went from pitchin' broccoli, sawed off tip with the shottie
Get rid of the body, from where carryin' a pistol's a hobby
Traphouse full of trees like I was Mr. Miyagi
I'm Al Sharpton in the club, this a political party
Mothafucka